Finally got around to Marry Karr's memoir of growing up poor, trashy, in Texas oil-field territory, The Liar's Club. Detailing an upbringing with a roughneck father and alcoholic mother, the book is both kinda sad and uproariously funny - not an easy thing to carry off. I have the feeling that she over-massaged the past to both favour and savage herself, but that's a quibble and one not uncommon to the memoir genre. Apparently, this book was on the NYT's best books list for a year and a I can see why. Very enjoyable.

I didn't read one page of the last book I had sitting by my bed, so I have decided to read one by Lynda La Plante because I love her books and I know I won't be able to put it down for hours. I could read one I already have or purchase a new one, will look in the book stores tomorrow.